Knocked out, caged and dumped at a bride auction, Raeda was not expecting to meet her wolves, but they were waiting for her.

Raeda has lived her adult life traveling from world to world, seeking the men who were designed just for her. Kenvin is the world where she is knocked out and dumped at a bride auction, caged to wait her turn.

Her clone set has followed orders and has waited patiently on Kenvin, but when they get the message that their mate is about to go on the block, they are done waiting. Dorn, Taro and Renner take their mate into their custody and rescue her from the hands of lustful colonists. Their hands will soon be the only ones she needs to be concerned about.

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“Play it again.” Dorn was scowling down at the com unit and frowning as he tried to figure out if he knew the voice.

Your mate is going to be auctioned off at the Tenyara House at midnight.

Taro asked, “When did it come in?”

“Ten minutes ago. What do you think?” Renner cocked his head.

Dorn grinned, showing his pointed canines. “I think that as good lawmen, we should look into it.”

* * * *

Raeda shivered as the sound of the crowd reached her cage.

The leer from the guard didn’t help matters. “Your turn is coming, blender.”

She snarled and rattled the bars in front of her. Her pointed teeth were readily visible in the dim light. Mentally she snorted, every part of her was visible in the dim light. The excuse for a wrap that she was wearing was nearly transparent and only highlighted her curves.

The cries of women coming from the floor above were enough to give her a sense of unease that was overtaking her fury.

This tiny backwater world should have been safe. Raeda had landed, begun to refuel and then blacked out. The lump at the back of her skull when she woke had told her what she needed to know, but her state of undress had freaked her out.

“What do you mean, my turn? What the hell is going on here?”

The guard went from leering to surprise. “This is the Kenvin colony. The world is wild and we have a helluva time getting women here. So, when unattached females wander by, their friends or family can sell them to the colony. The men of the colony have the right to bid on the women using either labour or money to get a female. They are limited to one female per man, so they had better not choose the wrong one.”

Kenvin. She hadn’t even asked the name of the colony, simply requested docking rights and a refuelling pass. Women disappeared onto Kenvin like ships nearing a black hole.